❝You're sleeping with your professor, aren't you?❞ . . . An accident leaves Elreda Adair riddled with guilt and the town with rumours. She leaves home to have a new start, in a city she isn't known. She intends on laying low as she attempts to block out the demons from her past. Her efforts, however, go to waste the moment she catches the eye of her literature professor, Archer Kane. Archer takes it upon himself to help her with class and their literature novel. The more time they spend together, the further they stray away from a student-teacher relationship, entering dangerous waters. As the sparks between them ignite, things take an enigmatic turn when little discrepancies with the novel catch Elreda's attention. Elreda learns that Archer knows more about her than he lets on and the attractive professor facade may have just been a mask to cover his true intentions. warning: some sexual content! [word count: 50 000- 60 000 words] [Highest Ranking - #1 in Shortstory] Started, 21 Aug 2018 Ended, 08 Oct 2018 © softaura cover by: @marvelity

"Who's that?" "That's the new student. Stay away from him. They say he's sick." (Multiple Personality disorder) Highest rank : #1 in btsfanfic | #67 in fanfiction | #9 in taekook.

"because as you know all too well, my dear phil, i sometimes want you to just drop dead." "ah, but you see, the feeling is mutual, howell." |serialkiller!phil x depressed!dan| |lowercase intended|

Dan Howell has telekinesis - a power just like out of a comic book. Yet instead of protecting the universe as a brave superhero, he hides. He hides his power and himself, fearing nothing more than getting attached to somebody and dragging them down. Of course, Phil Lester, the new kid in school, just had to come waltzing in, destroying his entire view on nearly everything in the worst (and best) ways possible. Phil's like a drug, and boy, is Dan addicted. Warning: contains self harm, depression, boyxboy, references towards abuse, and other possible triggers or content you may not be comfortable with. you can message me in private for the specifics if you feel you need it and remember to stay safe. (Top: #89 in Fanfiction, #1 in Phan!)

"Daniel James Howell and Phillip Michael Lester have escaped England's grasp yet again. Will these criminal masterminds ever be stopped? Are we all safe?" Then the TV flicked off. "Hey!" I cried, turning around to see none other than my partner in crime, Phil Lester, standing behind the couch with a frown on his face, and his colourfully tattooed arms crossed, remote in hand. "It's all bullshit. We don't need to be put down by the news." Phil groaned, throwing the remote down on the seat next to mine. "I'm not put down by it, it boosts my confidence," I smirked, reaching for the remote. "I feel badass." I said, attempting to grab the remote, but Phil pulled it out of reach. "You are badass." Phil rolled his eyes, emphasising the are. "That compliment won't sway my frustration, Lester, give me the damn remote." I said, getting frustrated. "You can have the remote when the police catch me." Phil grinned mischievously. I blinked a few times, confused on what he said. "Oh? Is that so?" I played along, "And when will that be?" "Never." Phil said, his voice deep, before skipping away, remote in hand. ~ Contains graphic content. Murders, gore and sexual scenes will take place. Read at your own risk please be responsible.